Not your suburb? Because that means you'll have a fuckin' noisy train running through your front garden shortly? Bastards. Expensive bastards. Tree raping bastards.
Gone are the trees, the birds, the blossoms and the subtle russle of autumn leaves.Welcome to the concrete jungle.
My up-and-coming move is all starting to really make sense now, hey!? Bastards who apparently haven't even aquired all the land along the proposed route!!Bastards who are making my little one-way streets of my work and home into 3-lane traffic diversions!!Rev - Gone will be the vibe, the serenity, the charm of what makes this place what it has been for decades...
I would run screaming ("bastards" over my shoulder)
I think I will go and collect those logs, haul them up the many flights, and just throw it at the guys when they try for the next tree!!
I wonder if I can stalk/find your flat before you move?Pics a dead give-a-way - not that I'm in Jozi, but if your stalker was there this makes it so much easier. Just look for the chick in red sneakers chained to the tree
Ah, sweet progress. I can't help wondering whether flush toilets were really worth it after all.
Ah Rev, I was wondering if you'd be on the ball about this apparent flash of my real persona. Unfortunately for any would-be stalkers this photos was not taken anywhere near my flat and so acts at throwing the stalker off my trail...well, until this comment of mine anyway. Summer's acomin' and so the red shoes will soon be put away in favour of sandals. Best you up the pace of your "hi ho hi ho" stalking game!Kyknoord, it's ok, I am sure when we run out of oxygen in our concrete jungles in the near future governments will implement their back-up plans. Cause they have to smart enough to have back-up plan, right.
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